I'm Watching You
Chapter One
Richmond, Virginia,
Monday, July 7, 4:10 A.M.
Thou shalt not kill.
The shadowed figure squatted in the darkness by
Harold Turner's lifeless body, amazed that excitement,
not shame, surged.
The sense of power and righteousness was nearly overwhelming.
God's calling to be the Guardian had never
been clearer.
Placing the .45-caliber handgun and silencer into a
black duffle bag, the Guardian eyed Harold's body,
propped against dented metal trashcans.
Even in death, Turner appeared pompous. Arrogant.
A neat part divided Harold's thinning black hair. Manicured
nails glistened in the moonlight. His double-breasted
suit and white shirt still looked crisp, and his
yellow silk tie matched the handkerchief packed in his
breast pocket. Gold monogrammed cuff links told
anyone worth knowing that Harold had money and taste.
But beneath the expensive suit that Harold always
wore were track marks on his arms and behind his
knees. It was an open secret that Harold had been a
drug addict for years.
The Guardian adjusted Harold's tie ove ... read full excerpt from I'm Watching You ebook
